Feeling settled

Like most people in their early twenties, I moved a lot during my college years. Each school year I lived in a new place. Each summer between school years, I lived in a new place. After college I moved into my little one bedroom apartment by myself and loved it (let’s be honest, after four years of living with moody girls, one needs to have some alone time). Then, a few months before my wedding, I moved in with some friends. Finally, after my wedding, I moved into our condo. All that to say, I spent nearly five years moving around, packing and unpacking, shifting my stuff from place to place. And it was no big deal.

Then, I settled into our condo for a long and wonderful six years. But truth be told, it was just within the last few months that I was feeling completely settled. I think it had to do with the fact that our basement was unfinished right up until the day we moved out. Sadly we never got to enjoy the wonderful bar area that Ward created in our basement.

And now, here I am, trying to get settled into a new place, all the while hoping that it will sell quickly. No, we are not planning on staying in this house. As soon as I get a chance to take some new pictures and the the signed papers over to our realtor, we will be listing this house. Please keep your fingers crossed that it sells quickly. As much as I want to sell this house, I know that if I hold myself back from settling in we will never sell it. So, I’m settling.

I have all but three boxes unpacked (and those are just full of my office junk). We’ve done some handy-man stuff to make our time here a little nicer. I’m installing hooks and shelving, rewired the dryer, put weather stripping on the back door, put the numbers on our mailbox, and will start repainting next week. Tim is getting our well issues figured out. And I have a whole list of other things to get done once we have a free weekend. I’m determined to make this a nice home for us for however long we are here.

As far as the girls go, I think they are adjusting well to the move. Zoe really knows no difference and doesn’t care as long as you change her diaper and give her a bottle. Abbi, although she seems to be happy, has had a little more adjusting to do. She’s had a few bad dreams since we’ve moved in, which breaks my heart. I often find her during the day just laying on our bed. I think she finds comfort there. She doesn’t say anything about going back to the condo or not wanting to live here but she’s a lot like me and tends to keep those things inside. I’m hoping that with the Holiday Season here that she (and I) will just feel more comfortable here.